What it ends n' Starts again is a spoken rap by Tanom made for #Echoes_of_Summer Open Call by Alusta.
[HERE WE PASTE TRANSLATED LYRICS] - How cold.. - It's all part of the same, what ends and serves again. -There is no action without purpose and that too is for the one who suffers...
(Spoken) The cold we feel like animals sleeping outside Makes me break inside I want to dig a hole in the ground If for every foot down mother earth gives up the heat that sprouts seeds from the soil
(bass) He who did not eat before the snowfall, will know how to wait And if not, let him bury his snout and dig until he finds the grass. If it's worth it to dig his face, to have a red nose with the snow that seems to stab.. That hunger has to be sincere To risk to the raptors that soar low, taking advantage of the distraction of the flightless pigeon. He runs flapping like a turkey. (flutes) its wings have not yet found their gift, but its feet that dig (and run, will it be saved?). We all jump if the tarascon is thrown at us from behind.
(bass) It's September, still the snow on the brain, I imagine what those deer are up to. And to think that those trees change their color again They shed their leaves, give way to those below, tuck in the buds, shelter the ground, spread moisture, the strength it gives them, is part of a bowl that contains (what ends and serves again)
Food is the stream that calls to the sky. Food is, nest of bugs and hundreds of insects that the woodpecker eats, works and enjoys, all is part of the same thing what ends and serves again.
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[HERE WE PASTE TRANSLATED LYRICS]
- How cold..
- It's all part of the same, what ends and serves again.
-There is no action without purpose and that too is for the one who suffers...
(Spoken)
The cold we feel like animals sleeping outside
Makes me break inside
I want to dig a hole in the ground
If for every foot down mother earth gives up the heat that sprouts seeds from the soil
(bass)
He who did not eat before the snowfall, will know how to wait
And if not, let him bury his snout and dig until he finds the grass.
If it's worth it to dig his face, to have a red nose with the snow that seems to stab..
That hunger has to be sincere
To risk to the raptors that soar low, taking advantage of the distraction of the flightless pigeon.
He runs flapping like a turkey.
(flutes)
its wings have not yet found their gift, but its feet that dig (and run, will it be saved?).
We all jump if the tarascon is thrown at us from behind.
(bass)
It's September, still the snow on the brain, I imagine what those deer are up to.
And to think that those trees change their color again
They shed their leaves, give way to those below, tuck in the buds, shelter the ground, spread moisture, the strength it gives them, is part of a bowl that contains
(what ends and serves again)
Food is the stream that calls to the sky.
Food is, nest of bugs and hundreds of insects that the woodpecker eats, works and enjoys, all is part of the same thing
what ends and serves again.